Galactic Legacy

((Considering both people I'm interacting with have decided to skip... well, short post really.))
The following month was peaceful for the Forla, yet certainly not unproductive. Research upon the bodies of the keltan and their slaves has proved immensely fruitful, both for civilian and militarily purposes. And while very few Keltan have managed to be kept safely within captivity, the Forla military forces have begun adapting themselves to the Keltan structure, gaining their strength, tenacity, durability, size, sense of smell and empathic ability. Currently only a minority of the Forla have adapted the Keltan, only the officers really, but soon it will be mandatory for every soldier to have traits of the Keltan.

The analysis of the Bleakmouth has provided large benefits toward the Forlan navy and construction efforts. The hull of the Bleakmouth was revolutionary, smelted using a previously unknown technique that granted greatly increased durability to hull strength while requiring less bulk. These techniques are currently being replicated and applied to all available Despair-Class heavy carriers.
 
The might of the Collective Horde moved through the cosmos with a single-minded determination. Their King had spoken, and they would obey. They would find these beings who had decimated a Clan and stolen one of their mightier colonization vessels. The would bring them to heel and show them the Glory that was their Butcher, their War God, their Eternal Monarch. Whatever plans Xeon had for the Forla, none could say, not even the Council of Wraiths. Would it be War? Would it be Commerce? Would be it Respectful Acknowledgement? A trade deal? A defensive pact? A warning to stay out of their way? Rumors were flying around the various ships, betting rings had formed, and the more militant of the Collective's Warriors were running their lesser peers through rigorous sparring drills.

The blood pits on the Arenus were in full operation. Honor-Slaves and Keltan Warriors alike fought and died for the amusement of the Collective. The brothel ships were at max occupancy, with many a Warrior trying to pass on their lineage in case a full scale war was to erupt upon finding their destination, wherever it may be. But it wasn't long before they began to catch up to the trail they'd been tracking. The alert went out, blades were sharpened, armor was donned. Xeon himself would be in his finest. Gleaming obsidian plate, like a demonic knight from a fairy tale, jagged and adorned with hundreds of scars and dents. A flowing cape of silk and samite flowed from his shoulders, impossibly blue and hemmed with thread-of-silver and the whitest white the Laborers could provide. A great horned helm was tucked under his arm, the face of the armor only describable as an inescapable devil, cackling and roaring with malicious glee. The ceremonial, but by no means decorative, greatsword was slung over his back, almost as thick and as wide as the Butcher who wielded it. Unlike many of his fellow Keltan's, the King's looks were far more regal, recognizably humanoid.

All the base Keltan features were there. Jutting fangs that gave him a shark's grin. Grey, ashen skin. Wild, raven-black dreadlocks. A massive frame, rippling with taught muscles. Piercing blue-purple eyes lacking irises. All the hallmarks of a Warrior. But his features were almost charming. Charismatic. Attractive. Instead of a beast, their leader looked the fallen angel, a deceiver, but by no means less of a predator. Just of a different sort. The type that, instead of breaking down your door, you invite in on your own whim.

They'd come across not a single Forla ship, but a fleet, one of considerable size, but by no means larger than the full might of the Collective. None of the Keltan vessels would arm their weapons, though their shields would be up. No communication would be answered. But one would be sent.

A single video hail. Sent to a Forlan ship chosen at random. With Xeon standing before his throne, nothing but smiles and glee.

"Greeting. You have the honor of speaking to Xeon Mali'Car, Ruler of Kel'ta, Butcher King of a Thousand Worlds, War God of Wynter, First-Child of the Cold One. Are you the ones who stole my ship?"
 
TSS Narthuun:

Metrice was walking down the hallways, heading towards the Science lab. Having willingly dosing herself with the Neuro-Gas, the name most commonly used by the Scientists. The effects of the testing was subtle at first, nothing really showing as she dosed. She did notice that she could keep up with the science and engineer jargon as the days went by, slowly her Abilities would begin to surface. As observed by the Scientists, the various Abilities demonstrated by the Subjects were amazing. From Empathy, to various forms of Psycho-kenisis, each seeming to match the subjects personality. Metrice would soon see her own Kinesis develop as she worked and trained with the Scientists, going to some open testing rooms as hers was a bit more destructive than most others.

Getting closer to the Lab she would look up to see FM Cubensis merge from an adjoining hall, "Metrice, Are you going in for training?" His tone much more familiar with her, having worked with her for the past couple months. "Ah, Montana. Yes, I have some target practice today, what about you? What was it you can do again?" Not remembering for the life of her what his abilities were, "It's embarrassing when you call me that. Please, call me Cubensis, or if you must, just M will suffice. And i'm not totally sure, i can sort of read minds so far, however i seem to induce severe hallucinations to the person getting read. Some kind of Psychedelic Telepathy they are calling it." His tone calm and neutral. "Well, that does sound interesting. Might come in handy somehow, are the hallucinations positive or negative?" Her curiosity showing as they walk together down the hall, "Ah, that's the interesting bit. I haven't been able to fully control which, it more depends on how i feel. But, as of right now they seem to be horrific for the one being Read." Cubensis would reply.

As they walked the silence slightly grew, Cubensis being the one to break it first, "So, any word on when we will be able to leave this System? We have been here for awhile," "Yes, about that. Seems that HomeWorld has begun amassing its Armada, and has sent mutliple ships to the rest of the Sector. Leaving us stuck here for the time being, but hopefully we will be able to jump to the next sector in about a month. The rest of Alpha Sector seems to already be claimed by the other ships, which has allowed for commerce to kick into full swing." Metrice would reply with a dry unhappy tone. She was Bored having stayed put in the same system for the past few months, "Well, at least with our new Fusion Reactor and Drives getting to the new sector won't take long." It seemed Cubensis shared the sentiment.

Reaching the Lab they would politely part ways to their different test zones, joining the various Scientists eager to document their progress.


TSS UGOS:

Negotiations with the Sentinels had seemed to go better than expected, the initially daunting presence of their ships soon forgotten. The Two races had seemed to see eye to eye on a lot of topics of discussion, both races showing peace between them by allowing viewing of each of their systems and ships. Nothing to fully allow Knowledge of said mechanics, but more show and tell. Talks between the two races continues, seemingly going vary smoothly. The two Systems that the Santorians have claimed were 100% colonized, and soon they would begin building their exploration armada, in hopes that they might find more suitable systems that they may claim.
 
The Rook drone has proven rather effective as the drone has helped cut down black market trade by near 20% within the first month of their deployment. With the perpetrators captured, Khebb stripped the food runners of their Forge Master titles, turning them to Plebs. Never again will they research or live within the highest towers of the cities. They are now simple workers in the tens of thousands of giant factories that produce the Vurax's many drones and machines, living in massive living complexes just underneath the green smog clouds. It was during this time that Master Scyth had returned from the sentinels home system. He had gotten pass the blockade with several well placed bribes and made his way into the Pleb's residential districts. Scyth has suspected that Khebb would sentence all who didn't follow the trading laws would be demoted to such a degree, as was usual for traitors to the Head Forge Master. He hid his stockpiles of food by placing them in standard ration packets in a slush form. In hiding, he began a secret campaign to form his own expeditionary force, known as Scyth's exodites. Many ex-Forge Masters would sign up and with them, they would bring whatever forces, resources and equipment they were allowed to keep or get his hands on. He was building a force, for what no one knows as of yet.
 
---System Roanov---

Forlan spies upon Qezulia's Dreadnought the Zalzye stood in silence with the crew piled into the docking bays, pushing along the few observation decks all in dead silence. Consumed with looking over their new system of Roanov with eyes fixed upon the FTL beacon that faded out into the drowning black of space, Qezulia herself with the crew upon the main docking bay watching a small info pad with a count down on it. Numbers dropping off into the seconds, the pad turns off and hushed away to a table near her as the mass of crew members lean in taking there captains actions as "its almost time" Some one hanging off one of the docked corvettes screams "THERE!" As the waveform of the FTL starts to sheen bursting out into a single powerful cloud of light as New Qwyun and the whole standing fleet appears into the system. The crew goes wild and cheers with joy singing and dancing some but for the Forlan spies this would be the first time they view the super station New Qwyun.

Heavens body clad in armor, the moon of old qwyun-- a vision of an celestial satellite devoured by metal. The moon cut with massive construction be them weapons or tactical, civilian cities look like glowing hairs from where the zalzye was. Gleaming blues and greens where docking bays slowly open up as construction craft and all matter of civilian vessels flee out towards the planets, Qezualia snaps around and orders every one back to their station. Dispersing the crew hurries back to their post but should the spies linger would view another last spectacle, from the south and north poles of New Qwyun opens long gates that drive out Aysilian capital ships. Far away was it so making them out was hard but one was clearly a new one or at least to the forlans, it was painted in umbral.256 and thus the second it ducked into the shadow of the station fades from site.

Training was on hold for now and as such the spies would have no real access to the majority of the Zalzye but could view the more mundane undertakings within the ship itself, AI seen as floating or wired heads zipping about the docking bay to the war scars of old that line the halls. The carrier itself wasn't all grim, a warm sunny beach like room with stone tiles and open refreshments for the off duty to enjoy, stone slabs for resting and water for swimming. Their training would start soon once operations to restore the empire started up, For now that would just wait.

New Qywun enters into the Roanov system and instantly dispatch its fleet to the planets.
The Ihaath Shipyard, Scientific core of the Aysilian empire is rewarded with Roanov prime, a wounded planet closet to the home star and soon to be the most protected part of the system. Iffhual Ihaath starts construction of a new city, labs and solar harvesting satellites.

The Issule Shipyard, Heart of agriculture is given Roanov VII. Taking orbit post haste Yuuk Issule sends down a fleet of construction craft laying out the foundation for the major under taking of agriculture development

Luthorn Shipyard, The engine of war for the empire looms to Roanov X but ignores the planet for now focusing on communication. Countless probes empty out of its docks taking orbit around the edge of the system--a make shift alert system for now. Satellites sent out to orbit the other planets but all focus was on the security of the system itself.

New Qwyun itself could not move for the time being but would ultimately go to Roanov XI--the new home world, civilian craft of all natures flood to the planet to aid in the pre-planning and zoning for cities and the such.

(bug was found, has stopped transmitting, ill wait about the station in zostrurn if we skip a year it would be easier to just explain it then)
 
When the Keltan message first arrived, it sparked a wildfire throughout the Forlan foroces in the system as ships immediately moved into position. The reason for the panic was not just the sudden appearance of a fleet that seemed to fill the void of space itself, although that was part of it. No, the reason was that the Keltan had appeared during a visit from the Strong-Shifter to the recently readapted Bleakmouth, renamed in the Forlan tongue to be Courage in the face of Despair.

With the arrival of the Keltan horde and message, the Forla had reacted as their thousands of insticts told them to, forming up to defend, ready to flee at a moments notice whil the message is kicked up stairs until it is borught to the attention of the Strong-Shifter himself, who reacted quickly as he ordered that a response be sent.

It took a few hours, but eventually the message was sent. It was similar in appearance to the keltan message. In it the Strong-Shifter stood, his scales and four yellow, slitted eyes reflecting the light around him. His large, segmented scorpion tail was in full display, stinger high above his head. His dark, feathery wings were half splayed from his sides as he stood on his two digitigrade legs.

Yet he was different than before. After acquiring new species from the Courage in the face of Despair, including the Keltan, his form had changed. He stood taller and bulkier, and as he smiled his teeth were larger and more pointed. His limbs were longer, their reach vastly increased thanks to a formerly enslaved species. Small cracks in the scales, gills, could be seen. And his scales were no longer a dark maroon, but now an ashen grey, mimicking that of the Keltan.

If Xeon Mali'Car looked like a fallen angel of deceit, Claws of Ash looked as if he was an angel of the hunt. His form screamed predatory, as he peered into the camera, imagining the foreign leader as a connection is established to the line used to communicate to them.

"This is Strong-Shifter Claws of Ash, of the United Forla Tribes. I greet you, Butcher." He begins, before crossing his arms. Having been briefed upon the actions of this species during the attack on the ship, he was not going to show this being any undue respect. "You would be correct, your ship was taken by my admiral. Now, what do you want?"
 
Diplomacy
Things were currently very quiet on the diplomatic front, relations with the Sanatorium's were consistently improving, and Admiral Hurricane has taken a liking to the species, spending much of his time with its people. The blockade enforced in Sentinel space has steadily become more and more lax, with certain restrictions being lifted over time and regular alien visitors being granted pretty much free access into Sentinel space with very little checks. The ease in which Sentinel's trust other in clear display. The blockade is entirely enforced by armed transports and fighter wings, knowledge of the 5, soon to be 6 ships in the Sentinel fleet was strictly prohibited to outside species, and action was taken on all fronts to try and make sure they will not be found until war time... If that ever comes. The transports were as large as destroyer's and frigate's anyway and could be easily mistaken as an actual military vessel. Of course, hiding these monstrosities was not an easy task, and the only truly sure way to hide them was to park them next to a star, of which only the Warden was built to do.

Research
Research in high yield rails is complete, testing facilities often needed to buy a much larger power supply just to fire one of them, but the results proved to be very promising, launching normal sized rounds at daunting speeds.
The next segment of the project was to make a railgun capable of firing massive rounds at these same speeds. Mathematical calculations say that given the yield of these new rails, 8 would be the amount needed. Drafts have already been made on how to make these new rail "cannons", and with the new research facility finally built, testing with be much easier. Rail Cannon: 0/4 months

Navy
The navy continues to assist in building things in their respective systems

Construction
The Warden has almost finished its upgrade to its armor with living metal 2/3 months
The beacon is almost finished, crew members are being hired and talks on who will be the captain of the ship is ongoing. 5/6 months
The orbital research facility is finished.
In order to secure the Guardian system from possible attack, orders are made to build a orbital defense array around Gaia, consisting of missile platforms, railgun batteries, and orbital hanger bays. 0/6 months (medium defensive power)
All current colonies will also build preliminary defenses with the help of the navy ships if available. These defenses will mostly consist of ground based surface-space missle's and terrestrial railgun batteries. 0/4 months (very low to low defensive power)
 
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